Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.